I Think Only Of My

Color Is My Day-long Obsession, Joy And Torment.

It Seems To Me That When I See Nature I See It Ready-made, Completely Written - But Then, Try To Do It!

To See We Must Forget The Name Of The Thing We Are Looking At.

For Almost Two Months Now I've Been Struggling Away With No Result.

Work Is Nearly Always A Torture. If I Could Find Something Else I Would Be Much Happier, Because I Could Use This Other Interest As A Form Of Relaxation. Now I Cannot Relax.